Romance
Water jug ??of my life
A door opens
Our breaths are in the rhythm of a foreign room
White flowers
In a vase at the lobby
I take a picture of myself
Before I parted
You will always come back
There is no way to move you
Like a frozen picture that
Stay in reflection of my face
at a glass of beer
I'm just there
Watching you
Otherwise I do not drink
I just simply live
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